Day One: Party!

[camphalf_blood]

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]


[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

Comments

[shepherdsveritas]

[Have an arm draped around your shoulders, Roc]

Since when're ya antisocial, Roc?

[midhitgrope]

[And a reciprocating arm, Connor.]

All this demigod shit, man. It takes a bit to get used to.

[shepherdsveritas]

As if Murph's ego needed any more boostin' [he laughs] S'arrite, Roc, 's just fer a bit.

[midhitgrope]

[Have a look, Connor]

I think that's pot callin' fuckin' kettle, there.

[shepherdsveritas]

Oi! [He points a finger at him] Now d'ya really wanna go an' piss off a demigod in th'house of Ares? [He can't even finish the sentence without cracking up]

[midhitgrope]

Not unless ya wanna wake up and find all ya shit stolen by a demigod of Hermes.

[Yes, he was reading up on it. What of it?]

[shepherdsveritas]

Izzat so? An' who's an expert in Greek fuckin' mythology, then?

[midhitgrope]

Shut it, man. You ain't the only person who can read.